Harry had just turned to Chapter 5, the Defense, when the compartment door slid open. "Oi, can I sit here?" Next thing Harry could tell, Wednesday yelped as the boy say on her. "You blibbering blue faced scullion!" She yelled, her voice pitching about as a high as a boy dolphin's during puberty, before it's voice got lower.
The red-haired boy scowled at her. "I'm sitting here, Piss off, bint."
Within a second, the boy had two wands at his throat.
Wednesday smiled innocently. "What did you call me?"
The boy gave her a childish, ugly look. Then he spat on her. Harry rolled his eyes, and reached for a pressure point. The boy went limp. "Verituserum, Wends?"
Wednesday handed him the sickly green vial, and Harry put six dropsd on the red-heads' tongue, then rubbed his neck to make him swallow. "Three seconds, brother."
Three... Two... One. The boy's eyes opened, and the wands were at his neck again. "What did you call me?" Wednesday asked.
"Bint,"
"Why did you sit in here?" Harcourt asked.
"Told to. Dumbledore paid my family to have me watch you, to make sure you weren't dark."
"Will you stay quiet about this incident, and go away now?" Wednesday gave him a sinister smile. She really should give lessons...
"No."
"Wednesday, where's the forgetfulness potion?"
"In your jeans pocket."
"Thank you." Harry held the boy around the neck with one hand, and fished the bottle out with another. "Swallow this."
The boy shook his head. Harry rolled his eyes. "Ssissarsshha," he hissed for his snake familiar. The coral snake poked her head out from his jacket pocket, and the redhead opened his mouth in surprise and shock. Maybe fear. Idiot. Wednesday shoved the whole vial of potion in his mouth, and made him swallow it.
"You came into our compartment, and we already had all of our things out and all over the seats. You were not rude and left. You are assured that we are the goodest of wizards or witches, and that we are not going to bring anyone harm. You decided to go sit with some Muggleborns, and tell them all about the magical world. Like the sports that we play. Quidditch."
The redhead gave her a blank look, and nodded, then headed back out again.
Wednesday gave harry a Look. Mum just had to teach her that. "Harcourt Addams. I think some revenge will be in order."
Harry grinned to make a Chershire run. "My thoughts exactly, sister twin."
"Want to go over the Daedalus notes?" She queried, reffering to the notes for a prank thatwas still in progress.
"I'd love to."
There wasn't much to go over, and they finished up right after the food trolley left. Had the woman never heard of healthy food? Harry was glad that Grandmama had packed some Chilli Stomache sandwiches for them. With peanut butter and jam. They were reading again when a blonde entered. Harry watched him from behind his book, so did Wednesday. Aristocrat, deefinitely, lot of talk, weak jaw, seemed to be a flier, arrogant - wasn't that a fatal flaw? - as Olympus, confident, seemed to be following orders, his twitchy eye gave away that he did not want to be here.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. I heard that a Potter and an Addams were in this compartment. Is that you?" His tone was polite. He knew not to insult one of the richest families in the Magical realm. He didn't have a death wish then, the poor guy.
Wednesday and Harry closed their books in unison. "I'm Wednesday Addams, Mr. Malfoy."
"And I am her twin brother, Harcourt Addams. I was previously Mr. Potter, yes. What do you want from us?" Harry subtly fingered his wand. Draco eyed it nervously, but held himself straight, determined not to show fear.
"I bring tidings of House Malfoy, welcoming the Addams Clan to Britain. My father asked that I speak with you. If I may?"
Wednesday nodded; as eldest child and Addams by birth rather than blood adoption, by the Old Laws she was the main representative of the Family. She was in charge so long as they were Formal, as the Addams line went back the farthest. "Speak, Scion Malfoy."
"Thank you, Heiress Addams. If we may be informal?"
She nodded sharply, and they all leaned back in their seats. They were eleven, and all that formal stuff was irritating, if fun when messing with people. "What is it, Draco?"
"I merely wish to talk. I admit to having no idea what to talk about, however."
"What House do you plan on being Sorted into?" Harry asked him.
"Slytherin. The Malfoys have all been Slytherin since we came from France. And you?"
"The Hat will decide, though I admit to hoping for Apprentice. Stop talking at the same time as me!" the twins said together. Draco snickered.
"Good luck with that, but the last Apprentice was Bertie Bott, over two hundred years ago. What makes you think that you will get one? No offense intended, of course."
Wednesday raised a thin black brow, "Our Grandmama and our Cousin teach Potions at Hogwarts this year. It gives us a better chance."
Draco nodded. "It does." They kept talking for a while, but then Draco left for his compartment, to change into his robes. Wednesday Silenced the door. "Watch him."
"And you."
"He can be easily manipulated, it seems."
"It does, but subtlty is key. Just prodding for now."
"Papa did say that Malfoy's are never good allies..." Wednesday mused.
"...But they are the best of pets. I know, sister," Harry finished. "So what House are you hoping for?"
"Ravenclaw tower is told to have Rowna's library hidden withiin it's very wall."
"Hufflepuff is said to lead to a dungeon filled with plants that thriver in the dark."
"The sorting hat shall decide."
"Get your robe on."
Wednesday threw his book at him.